Wednesday, September 27, 2017

What are we but our vulnerable places? The places neither of us can see?
But i would tickle Your secrets with my fingertips,
and breathe life between whispered words.

i would caress the undersides of Your breasts
where the skin is tender and folds,
and lift the weight of Your belly
to nibble at each hidden hip.

What are we but these things we do
between the promises of what will come next?
And though i have oft held my lips to Yours,
anticipation sends me groveling for more.

i would drag my mouth trembling -
sighing, soft, and warm -
along the dark dusky curves of Your thighs
(the ones that You claim to hate).

What am i but kneeling before You? Lost in a sea of skirts?
But i would worship You with my palms,
pray hard with lips and tongue,
until Your breath cried Truth at last,
and Your toes touched again to the ground.

Thursday, September 24, 2015


Depression. You see it in the media all the time. We’ve all come to learn the signs. Darkened rooms, the cold light of the television on staring faces, eating pints of ice cream, occasionally singing with woeful songs, and perhaps crying along with the lyrics. Mattresses on the floor in corners, the sun shining in. Too long without food, and perhaps crying over the cathartic drag of serrated blade through skin. We see these things in movies, or on television, and we know— oh, they’re depressed. 

For me, it is different. I didn't even recognize it at first. It’s a thousand breaths condensed into one that gathers any awareness— or rather, two incomplete halves. Inhale, as I settle into the chair by the window, book in front of me, cat purring under one limp hand. Sunlight slides slowly across the sunny yellow of the wall, dragging the shadows of leaves in a slow, natural compass from gauzy golden curtain to spring green crown moulding. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Another lament

Oh, you guys! I miss having time to look at all the beautiful arts and read all the beautiful writings. I miss talking to my e-friens! School is such a time and energy suck, and starting in the fall I'll have clinic-thingies I'll have to do. It's going to get worse before it gets better, and I know that when it gets better it will be AMAZINGLY BETTER ... but I'm impatient.

Stay wonderful. I'll catch up when I can.   ♥

(I know I haven't been writing, but Spectre updates will continue to happen if nothing else.)

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Hi mom

Hello random influx of new people! I welcome you just as enthusiastically as I do the old people. :D

I've had some inquiries regarding updates.

I would love nothing more than to sit around writing smut and posting it for all of you wonderful people to see, but I am afraid that I have not the time. I'm taking classes that require scads and scads of memorization. Chapters full of the stuff. It's a bit of an adjustment, considering I've never really had to study before. Well.. I suppose it could be the old age and not the memorization.

Still! Updates will happen. No, I cannot say when. Yes, I do prioritize donation stories. They come between "walk the dog" and "go for a bike ride you filthy slob."

To sum up: Welcome! You're welcome, I'm sorry, thank you, yes there will be more, and no there is no schedule. Except for Spectre, which updates every Friday.

I hope you're having happy sexy days and nights!